People in Terra, poor and weak but invincible

Chapter 459 Forbidden Spell!

Noticing Ye Zong's gaze, Qi Lin glanced at her and raised her chin:

"What are you waiting for?"

"Ah... uh, ohhhh!"

Wild Mane reacted in an instant, his eyes suddenly widened, and he immediately threw all his belongings into the losing position of the Little White Knight.

After doing all this, she still adhered to the principle of sharing happiness and ran to share the news with Sona and others.

Just when everyone was being led by Wild Mane to get rich, Sona walked up to Qilin with a chip in her hand.

She handed the chip to Qi Lin:

"You should know what this is, and you can take it if you need it."

"What do I need it for?" Qi Lin asked back.

This made Sona a little puzzled:

"If Qi Yan or Rhodes Island didn't arrange for you to get this thing, why would you help us?"

Qi Lin put away the terminal and pushed the chip back to Sona:

“No one told me that I needed this thing. I helped you only because I wanted to make friends with you. Friends should help each other.

Secondly, I also guessed that you stole this thing in preparation for a deal with someone. If you believe me, don't rush to find the other party.

Since it is a transaction, there is a difference between you taking the initiative to find the other party and the other party taking the initiative to find you. "

"……I see."

Sona held the chip in her palm and didn't say any of those messy, pretentious words.

After Qi Lin finished speaking, he focused his attention on the TV screen in front of him.

On the screen, Qi Yan was in high spirits as he trotted into the arena amidst the host Big Mouth Mo Bu's exaggerated flattery.

On the other hand, the knight who was facing Qi Yan moved into the arena little by little. Even with a helmet on, one could feel his reluctance.

"What's going on? I was ready to give up. Why did the Knights suddenly force me to fight this battle?"

The Redwood Knight's face beneath his helmet was baring his teeth.

Opposite him, Qi Yan was still wearing casual clothes, holding a staff in his hand. He looked neither a knight nor a sorcerer.

The Redwood Knight glared at Qi Yan and raised his head proudly:

"Little White Knight, I know I am no match for you, but today, I still want to challenge you, because I am the Redwood Knight!"

He knew that he was bound to fail, so for the purpose of establishing his character, he prepared to demonstrate his noble character of not fearing strong enemies and persisting in fighting.

Unfortunately, all of Redwood Knight’s plans came to nothing.

All media cameras were focused on Qi Yan, and the audience was just wildly cheering for Qi Yan's title of knight.

Redwood Knight even had the illusion that no one would notice if he secretly ate some shit in public.

Qi Yan turned around and greeted the audience, then waved to the big mouth Mob on the stage and ordered as a matter of course:

"Let's get started. I have something important to do after this fight."

Big Mouth Mob: "..."

Although he was unhappy, Big Mouth Mob was a man who could bend and stretch himself, and would never bother with this guy with such a powerful background and extraordinary strength.

As Big Mouth Mob announced the start of the game, the Redwood Knight immediately curled up into a ball, closed his eyes and waited for Qi Yan's little red whip to fall.

But after waiting for a while, he felt no pain anywhere on his body, and the Redwood Knight opened his eyes in doubt.

Opposite him, Qi Yan clasped his hands together, holding the staff in between, and muttered to himself.

"Brother!" The Redwood Knight was so frightened that his body went limp. "I am just a piece of trash, come and whip me, and stop chanting, I can't stand it!

Please, come and bang me, my flesh is very firm and it feels great to bang me! "

Qi Yan:?

"Where did this masochist come from?" He ignored the psychopath and continued to pray, "Eureka bless you, the Witch King failed in the judgment of the move, and he blew himself up half to death."

Witch King: “…”

After praying Eureka three times in a row, Qi Yan finally stopped praying.

Then, like the most devout religious believer on earth, he raised his staff and shouted:

"Watch out, forbidden spell: Eureka's Bane!"

Red mist poured out from the tip of the staff, seemingly endless, and instantly enveloped the sky above the arena.

Everyone's vision was covered with a layer of red.

The audience's shouting subconsciously stopped, but soon they were overwhelmed by the momentum of Qi Yan's attack and shouted even more enthusiastically.

The Redwood Knight was so frightened that his limbs went limp and he collapsed to the ground like a pile of mud, sweat pouring down his body.

Big Mouth Mob's voice became a little sharper:

“The White Knight used a spell that has never been seen before. Is he going to destroy this arena at this scale?

There is no way the Redwood Knight could survive a spell of this level. Is the Little White Knight going to kill him?"

After saying this, he deliberately glanced at the referee's bench.

Of course, he said those words on purpose, just to help the Redwood Knight.

He, Big Mouth Mob, has no ability and is just an insignificant villain, but he also has his own conscience. If possible, he will try his best to direct the result to the good side.

Unfortunately, the result was destined to disappoint him.

Everyone in the referee's booth had a blank expression on their faces, as if they hadn't seen anything.

Big Mouth Mob even saw Markovitz standing in the dark smiling at him and nodding in an ambiguous manner.

Being stared at by the Federation spokesperson, Big Mouth Mob broke out in a cold sweat.

He subconsciously thought that it was Markowitz warning him not to speak nonsense and could only mindlessly flatter the Little White Knight.

Thinking of this, Big Mouth Mob suppressed the uneasiness and kindness in his heart and gritted his teeth and said:

“It can be seen that the Little White Knight is also very serious about this game. He just mentioned the forbidden spell. My God, this must be a terrifying spell that is so powerful that it cannot be understood by the world.

As for the Eureka disaster, is Eureka the name of a god? We don't know, but it must be a terrifying and powerful demon god!

Here we have to praise the Little White Knight for his broad knowledge and profound experience. He is indeed the most popular candidate to win the championship. Let us cheer for the Little White Knight!"

After Big Mouth Mob's random nonsense, the atmosphere was just right.

Amid cheers and shouts, the red fog on the field became thicker and thicker, with even a huge figure looming in it.

"Destruction, die!"

The Witch King reappears, roaring with violence.

During this time, Qi Yan also shouted:

"It's over. I used too much force. My Originium skills are out of control. Everyone, run!"

"Ohh! The little white knight has spoken. What an exciting battle cry... Oh, isn't that right?"

Big Mouth Mob was talking nonsense subconsciously, but suddenly realized halfway through: "What does it mean that the Originium Technique is out of control?!"

Before he and the audience could react, they saw a white-haired Rupert running away with his head in his hands in the red fog, and directly escaped from the arena.

And the staff that kept spitting out red mist was left in place by him, continuing to vent terrifying spell fluctuations.

After several seconds of dead silence in the arena, there was an uproar.

Everyone rushed to escape. Even the referees who had been calm jumped up and began to flee in panic.

Big Mouth Mob's legs went weak and he crawled down from the host's seat, ready to join the fleeing army.

But he suddenly caught a glimpse of a figure out of the corner of his eye.

"Mr. Markowitz, aren't you going to run away?" exclaimed Big Mouth Mob.

Markowitz stroked his chin and smiled:

"Look at the stadium."

Big Mouth Mob turned his head to look, and then opened his mouth wide enough to fit an egg.

The Redwood Knight, who had been scared into a puddle of mud on the field, stood up inexplicably, staggered towards the staff like a puppet, threw himself on it as if sacrificing his life, and used his body to forcefully hold down the staff.

Then all the strange phenomena disappeared like a mirage, and the sun shone on the arena again.

The Redwood Knight curled up like an eternal clay sculpture, the only presence on the field.